Oswald sat in the comfort of the small diner, a comfort he relished outside of the bustle of his club. It was tucked in between the large buildings of Gotham and somehow managed to stay in business ever since he was a little boy. He would never admit to anyone he had eaten here regularly… His pride wouldn’t allow it. He was the epiphany of the upper class. He was a Cobblepot for God’s sake.

Slowly he brought the cup of coffee to his lips and took a slow sip. The only person left here at such a late hour was the owner, whom he knew. He made sure the place was looked after well… for a small protection fee. It was worth his time. If he could he would make their payment out of their wonderful cheesecake deserts but he was trying to lose weight for next months Gala